Greys Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I said, my voice low, even. Grey didn’t respond immediately. He moved a little further into the room, his eyes scanning everything once, quick, sharp, calculating, before settling on me. “So what do you think it is?” he asked. I didn’t answer. Not yet. Because the answer wasn’t simple. Because even I wasn’t sure. Grey exhaled quietly, running a hand through his hair before continuing. “I don’t know,” he said. “Tell me, Drake. It can’t be a distraction for the rebels, you haven’t even declared her to the world as your wife.”

she asked, staring at the ceiling. "Yes," Gabriel said, leaning over to kiss her forehead. "We’re going to destroy her, Tessa. And then, everything that belongs to the Greys will be ours." Tessa smiled. It wasn't a sweet smile. It was the smile of someone who had just found a way to win. But back at the mansion, the shadows were shifting. Harrison Grey was making his own plans, and Emily was beginning to realize that the "sickness" she felt wasn't just stress.

Always waiting. Another fire crackled in the distance, and the smell of smoke twisted her stomach. She stood, the urgency of the moment driving her forward. The last thing she wanted was to stumble upon a Greyskin camp, but she couldn't ignore the evidence: the smell of burning flesh and fur. The humans were on the move, and they wouldn’t stop until every last Greyskin was eradicated. Her feet moved swiftly, her breath shallow as she darted through the trees, careful to avoid the traps.

grey said then showed me a picture of Gabby's son. "what? how?" I questioned with a frown. that's why those idol's didn't pick the call! they might be dead already! I thought before yelling "Fuck" "now, now, no need to yell"Grey said with a smile that I hated. "everyone would be here soon, don't you think I'll give you a little make-up?" Grey said while I shook my head. but then he landed a punch on my face, everything went dark

Making my way out of the territory, I smile to myself knowing that my mate is now safe. Gray’s POV: I open my eyes to see a very familiar ceiling. I’m in my room. I slowly sit up, trying to remember what happened. I walk to my bathroom and stare at myself. My hair is a mess, I look like I haven’t showered in days. There is a bandage around my head. I take it off to reveal a faint scar on the side of my head. I take off my clothes and turn on the shower, letting the warm water run all over my body.

Her hair was wrapped into a tight, black bun on the top of her head, and her piercing blue gaze made me shudder, even though she didn't even give me a single glance. Ignoring the anxiety coiling in my stomach, I padded over to where Grey was standing, deciding it would be better to talk to him than stand alone and awkwardly stare at the ground. As soon as he saw me approach, Grey's features drastically softened, and he gave me his signature smirk, "What's up Rubs?" "Did you just call me Rubs?" I asked, making a face at him. "Yeah, I'm experimenting," Grey shrugged nonchalantly, "Not your thing?"

He then turned to the man he had pummeled half to death just as Cayden appeared with Marcy and Jace in tow. "You'll live as you're a powerful Alpha. Keep your decrepit pack as well. It'll be a stain on my glamorous name to own a hellhole like this." Finally, his eyes wandered to Cayden. "I will leave you in the hands of my trusted friend." Cayden stared at Grey's figure with disgust in his eyes. "I pity you, Grey. Live your pathetic life knowing you only breathe at my whim." Grey's eyes shifted to his daughter who avoided eye contact as she cling to Cayden's arm.

I am secretly hoping I don't further make a fool of myself. "I'm fine, thank you," Grayson says, turning down Adrian's offer for water. He sits on the other side of the desk to me, staring at me so blatantly I can't keep eye contact without squirming. It is something about the silver of his eyes that unnerves me. I watch Adrian leave the room, leaving Grayson and I alone. Suddenly, Grayson sits forward abruptly. "Is he your mate?" "What?" I stutter, his words taking me by surprise.

Theo Harrington gripped the steering wheel of his sleek black sports car as if it might somehow save him from the disaster unfolding outside the windows. Mud. Endless, sucking mud. The road into Greyfen was little more than a scar of wet earth and gravel, and every jolt sent a fresh wave of fury through him. His parents had called it responsibility. A simple survey. They’d sent him here to check the land they had bought and confirm it was suitable for the timber factory. Then afterward collect the deeds from the mayor, and come home.

Grey never greeted her as warmly as before. Amora had to explain to Grey that what happened last night didn't automatically make her Grey's lover. Amora would patiently wait for him. Approaching a grieving man had to be done slowly. Amora regretted approaching him with extreme methods and causing Grey to run away. But this time, when she moved to the same city as Grey, Amora would try to fix everything. She would extend her hand of friendship to Grey again, and this time, Amora intended to win Grey's heart slowly. She should have done it from the